I blogged a couple of times about my friends, Heather and Mike, who lost their baby girl to spinal muscular atrophy. I have admired their faith and resilience in the face of such a devastating loss. I know I would have lain prostrate on the floor for days if such a tragedy happened to me. But they have continued to honor their little Sarah Ann in myriad ways, keeping her memory alive.
And then they went through the adoption process and were matched with a young woman in Florida. Their excitement and hope began to bloom again as they awaited the birth of Gabriel. Mike worked hard on the nursery. Heather started making arrangements for substitute preachers at her church in Midway. Their friends were filled with joy and anticipation, looking forward to celebrating with Heather and Mike as they welcomed a new child into their lives. It was all the more endearing because the birth mother was making a courageous decision and the three of them were collaborating to give a child a chance.
Gabriel’s due date was Dec. 21, but his mother was small and he was breech, so the doctors moved it up to Dec. 15.
Dec. 6 we learned the baby was stillborn.
Words fail me at a time like this. Words cannot express the devastation so many of us are feeling for Mike and Heather and Gabriel and his mother. The word "why" rings through my mind. Why this? Why now? Why them? Why him? Why her? Why? Why? Why? Is this a joke? Is this real? Why? Why? Why? WHY?